My vinal record collection ....has just about ever Supreme album....there are Dinah Washington...Tammy Terrell....Dionne Warwick....NIna Simone albums in there.....many many more.
Those albums often are out and the Stones..Zep and Beatles are still in the milk carton.
Here you loud and clear...........turn up the fucking volume please.
Hey, Tara. Hear hear!! Linda sounds absolutely amazing and a true friend and protector of you as a little girl, who she knew would grow up to be a woman navigating herself in this world. I totally agree with you. We need to support our Black sisters. They have learned so much from their ancestors. Now we need to learn from them.
As this is Black History Month, if you have LinkedIn, please show you support also by reposting the content celebrating as such and especially those of Black women.
When I was a kid, we lived in St Paul MN until I was 8. In the 60’s kids would walk home for lunch. Because we only had a mom who had to work, there was no one home so we had to eat at the elementary school. No official cafeteria so we ate lunched brought from home in the library. It was where the Black kids ate because they had to get to school on city busses.
One extra spicy girl gave me hell about digging into a piece of chicken like a monster. We became besties for two years and even went to each other’s houses to play.
There was a teacher that warned me that playing with Mona Lisa is bad because I would “get in trouble”. I did not understand so asked my mother. She paused and finally said, “He’s so full of shit”. She knew what he meant when I did not.
My 3rd grade teacher was amazing. Mrs Stone taught us about Jewish holidays and played The Beatles when we did singing. She decided to do a fashion show and me and Mona Lisa were the only models because she wanted to kept us together as she saw our friendship and because I was leaving soon.
In the last part of the 3rd grade, we moved to NC. It was so different. People freely used the N word, strictly verboten in our house. You were not allowed to have a N as a friend.
I have always felt deep shame for being such a coward. I remind myself that I was only 9 but there are times like these where I remind myself that I am no longer 9 and I CAN do something.
Great column, Tara. America still has a long way to go but we are on the right track.
Thank you!
My vinal record collection ....has just about ever Supreme album....there are Dinah Washington...Tammy Terrell....Dionne Warwick....NIna Simone albums in there.....many many more.
Those albums often are out and the Stones..Zep and Beatles are still in the milk carton.
Here you loud and clear...........turn up the fucking volume please.
Hey, Tara. Hear hear!! Linda sounds absolutely amazing and a true friend and protector of you as a little girl, who she knew would grow up to be a woman navigating herself in this world. I totally agree with you. We need to support our Black sisters. They have learned so much from their ancestors. Now we need to learn from them.
As this is Black History Month, if you have LinkedIn, please show you support also by reposting the content celebrating as such and especially those of Black women.
When I was a kid, we lived in St Paul MN until I was 8. In the 60’s kids would walk home for lunch. Because we only had a mom who had to work, there was no one home so we had to eat at the elementary school. No official cafeteria so we ate lunched brought from home in the library. It was where the Black kids ate because they had to get to school on city busses.
One extra spicy girl gave me hell about digging into a piece of chicken like a monster. We became besties for two years and even went to each other’s houses to play.
There was a teacher that warned me that playing with Mona Lisa is bad because I would “get in trouble”. I did not understand so asked my mother. She paused and finally said, “He’s so full of shit”. She knew what he meant when I did not.
My 3rd grade teacher was amazing. Mrs Stone taught us about Jewish holidays and played The Beatles when we did singing. She decided to do a fashion show and me and Mona Lisa were the only models because she wanted to kept us together as she saw our friendship and because I was leaving soon.
In the last part of the 3rd grade, we moved to NC. It was so different. People freely used the N word, strictly verboten in our house. You were not allowed to have a N as a friend.
I have always felt deep shame for being such a coward. I remind myself that I was only 9 but there are times like these where I remind myself that I am no longer 9 and I CAN do something.